Dustin P.O.V
Next Morning
"(Whispers: Dad-dy?)"
Me: Hm?
"(Sits on my chest) Dad-dy!"
Me: Yes?
"*kissed my forehead* Dad-dy."
Me: *smiles*
"(Pokes/pinches my face)"
Me: Ow! *laughs*
"(Sits on my lap)"
Me: Who's sitting on me now?
"See for yourself."
I opened my eyes to find Dakota in my lap with Milan on my chest, both sitting Indian style with their arms crossed, and my Princess laying above my head, playing in my hair. *chuckles*
Me: What's with the mad faces? *chuckled..again*
Dakota: I don't know what's wrong with Milan but, why are you in here? I thought you were pissed off at me.?
Me: Still am.
Dakota: So, again....why are you in here?
Me: This was the only way I could get you to sit with me.
Dakota: Why?
Me: To talk.
Dakota: About what? Because the last time I tried talking to you, you closed the door right in my face.
Me: Well, you said that you were done with me so that meant I was done with you, too.
Dakota: Are you sure about that?
Me: Yes, I am.
Dakota: Whatever you say. (Tried to get up)
Me: (held her waist) Don't move.
Dakota: Uh, why not? (Raised her eyebrow)....😳
Me: That's why.
Dakota: Dustin.
Me: It has a mind of its own.
Dakota: Oh really?
Me: Yep!
She started moving and it wasn't making my situation any better.
Dakota: (got up & grabbed M) Dad-dy forgot, huh?
Milan: (nodded)
Me: Forgot what?
Dakota: Princess, you're coming with Mama or Dad-dy?
